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Updated: May 25, 2025
Randy in her pink calico gown, her sunbonnet still hanging from her arm, her cheeks flushed by the hot summer breeze, and the short ringlets curling about her forehead, made a lovely picture as she stood at the opening of the little grove and looked off across the valley to the distant hills.
"And what then?" asked Randy breathlessly. "Then I was more scared than ever," continued Nugget in a reluctant voice. "So I crawled under the apron and snuggled up in the cockpit. There was plenty of room, and the cushion made a nice soft pillow, and and I fell asleep." "Fell asleep!" ejaculated Ned in amazement. "You don't mean it?" "Why, yes," said Nugget.
In another moment she was out on the platform, and he was holding her hands, protesting in the meantime, "You'll get wet, my dear " "Oh, I want to be rained on, Randy. It's so heavenly to have you home. I caught Jefferson on the way down. I didn't even wait to get my hat." She did not need a hat. It would have hidden her hair.
Set against it was all that George had given her, the sparkle and dash and color of his ardent pursuit. He was not worth a thought, yet she thought of him. She was still thinking of him when Randy came back. "Did you get your fan?" he asked. "No. Never mind, Randy. I will have one of the servants look for it." "But I do mind." She hesitated. "Well, don't look for it now.
"You have gained three friends to-day," said Nina, "and when we meet at school you will soon know all the other girls." "We could call for you on the first day," ventured Peggy, completely won by Randy's sweet face and frank manner. "Oh, if you would," said Randy, with such evident delight, that Polly more than half wished that she had made the suggestion.
If you head for a dozen feet this side of the light you'll likely land where you are now." Randy promised obedience, and departed in haste. Ned watched him anxiously until he was out of sight. Then he sounded the water with his paddle, and finding it quite shallow he climbed carefully out of the canoe.
There, every busybody is interested in his neighbor; here, we are met on every hand by strangers who do not know, or wish to know anything in regard to us. Here a hundred strangers in the great railway stations are objects of but little interest. Randy, do you realize the commotion which one arrival with a hand-bag causes at the little station at home?
I couldn't stand that," and Mrs. Weston's voice had in it a suspicion of a sob. "Oh, I could not forget you all," said Randy, then with a kiss and a clinging embrace she clambered into the wagon to a seat beside her father, and her mother's waving handkerchief and Prue's little face with its quivering lip were photographed upon her mind as she rode to the Centre to take the train.
Kemp's honest eyes met Randy's burning glance. "No, I am not afraid. I am leaving his service, sir." They stared at him. "Leaving his service, why?" Randy demanded. "He called me a fool this morning. And I am not a fool, sir." "What made him say that?" Randy asked, with interest. "He ordered a kidney omelette for breakfast, and I brought it, and he wouldn't eat it, and blamed me.
Madge, sitting later next to Becky in the Admiral's big car, was lovely in a great cape of pale wisteria, with a turban of the same color set low on her burnt-gold hair. "I have brought you wonderful news of Randy Paine," she said to Becky. "He has sold his story, 'The Trumpeter Swan. To one of the big magazines. And they have asked for more. He is by way of being rather famous.
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